"Hey guys! I'm surprised that I have been updating very recently! Remember when it used to take me months to figure out what to write next! WELL, I'VE SOLVED THAT PROBLEM. Oh, and YEY to all my friends who started college this week, and to those who are about to start! I hope you guys have fun, because certainly, I am! Plus, it seems like I have a lot of spare time in my hands. Look how fast I'm doing this thing!"

OH MY GOODNESS. I wrote that like MONTHS AGO. The irony of it all. :( HAHAHA :))

Moving on, since I feel like the story's about to end like really, really soon, I would like to do things in NORMAL POV, so that it will make my life so much easier. I keep switching POVs, it's hard to keep track.

Any questions? None? Good. LET'S READ! :)))

NORMAL POV (FOR ONCE XD)

She had a day to reel Tsubasa into her plan.

It took Mikan awhile to take in what she had to do. She was determined to try, but she made no promises. She picked up the phone, then she put it back down. She sighed, this is a really hard thing to do.

What was going to happen when she sees him? Mikan thought.

"But I must do it," She said, with a determined look on her face. But her hand was reluctant to comply.

She stared long and hard at the phone. She heard the clock ticking in the background. Her fingers tapped the sofa couch.

She was getting very impatient and annoyed, but she just could not get herself to pick up the damn phone and dial the number.

"The sooner this is done, the better." She told herself.

With that in mind, she picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

Her heart raced as she heard the phone ring. A man answered on the second ring.

"Uhm, yeah. Tsubasa?" Mikan said. She heard a small gasp on the other line. "I need to talk to you,"

She gave him her address and he said he'll be there by afternoon.

The talk was brief and very business-like.

Mikan took a deep breath in.

She played the scenes in her head, how it would be like she watches him step out from his car. What would his reaction be?

What would happen if she saw him again?

She was so buried deep into her thoughts that she failed to hear Narumi step into the room.

"Mikan," He says softly. She jumps out of surprise, turns around, and then smiles at him warmly. "Are you sure about this?"

She had told him all about Tsubasa one stormy night when he insisted that she stay in his room.

They ended that night with tears and hot chocolate.

Mikan nods. "I'm doing this for his father. I believe he has been sad long enough."

Narumi smiles brightly. He has always loved Mikan for being sacrificial. She always thought of others.

"Alright. Stay strong, will you?" He says, before walking away.

Mikan knew what he meant by that.

Mikan watched nervously from the window of the living room as she spotted a red Chevy just before the large gates of the mansion. The guard immediately opened the gates, but Tsubasa hesitated to enter. Mikan wondered what held him back. She watched as the guard walked up to the truck. She saw him nod. Then she saw him nod again, looking a little bit irritated.

Finally, the red Chevy drove into the driveway and parked just outside the front door. Mikan tried to look closer as Tsubasa stepped out of his car. He held a confused and hesitating look.

"Careful," One maid warned. It almost made Mikan fall out of her seat. "You might fall out the window!"

"Sorry, Rosa." Mikan replies thankfully. "Oh, and could you get the door? That's my visitor standing there."

"Shall I send him up here?" Mikan nods twice. The maid leaves the moment she hears the doorbell. "Thank you, Rosa!"

Mikan tries to relax on her seat. She would not want Tsubasa sensing anything that might make him think that she has feelings for him.

She does not even know if she still does.

She quickly dismisses her thoughts as she hears footsteps approaching. She stands, takes one deep breath, exhales, then straightens her clothes.

The footsteps stop.

"Hey there," A voice greets. Mikan looks up to him. She sees him smiling right at her.

She can't help but smile back.

"Hi." As Tsubasa hears her voice, his smile could only get bigger.

He starts to approach her while looking around. "You know, you guys should really consider putting up sign boards in this house. The downstairs was fine, but when you go up the stairs it's a different story for me. If it weren't for my awesomeness, I still wouldn't be here. Maybe I would end up staring at the bathroom door or something." He said.

Mikan giggled. "Didn't Rosa assist you?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"You mean the lady who opened the door for me? Oh, she seemed too dazzled by my boyish good looks. In fact, I think she's still standing there where I left her."

Mikan laughed some more. "Don't overwhelm yourself with lies, Tsubasa."

The next thing she knew, she was walking up to him with her arms wide open. "I missed you." Tsubasa says, as he hugs her back.

She expected at that very moment that hundreds of emotions would wash over her. Surprisingly, none did. She smiled, finally proving to herself that she has moved on.

Mikan breaks the hug. She stares into his dark-blue eyes.

They seemed calm and happy.

"Please, sit down. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Tea and other snacks were prepared, but none of them were hardly even touched. They were too busy "catching up" that they forgot all about them.

"So, Tsubasa. How is she?" Mikan asks, knowing that he knew who she meant. Honestly, Mikan was feeling quite awkward asking such a question. Especially since she was the reason for their break-up. But she reminded herself that they have both obviously moved on. Plus, she was curious.

Tsubasa smiles at her with eyes shining with pure joy. "She gave birth to the prettiest baby girl."

Mikan almost jumps for joy. She sits on the edge of her seat clasps her hands together. "That's wonderful! What is her name?"

Tsubasa's smile almost fades. "I don't know."

"You don't... know?" Mikan asks, expressing confusion in her face. Tsubasa nods. "Well, why not..?"

"Do you recall the day you left me?" Tsubasa asks her. Mikan nods. How could she ever forget? "That same day, she announced to me that she was pregnant. And that I am the father of the child."

Mikan already knew all this. Heck, she knew this even before he did! But instead of saying that, Mikan nods again understandingly.

"At first, I did not want to have anything to do with her, because I... uh, wanted to get back with you," He said hesitantly. I smiled at him, making him know that there is nothing awkward between the two of them anymore. He smiled back, understanding perfectly. "But I couldn't just leave her alone, right?" He continued. "So, for the past few months, I have been taking care of her. Soon enough, I fell back in love with her."

His smile dropped and his eyes suddenly reflected a huge amount sadness. "What's wrong?" Mikan asked.

Tsubasa stared hard at the ground. "Two weeks before the doctor said that the baby was due, she left me. She left note in the kitchen saying, 'Thanks for the help, but I don't really need you anymore.' I never heard from her again."

Mikan rested her hand on top of his in effort to comfort the grieving young man. "She left me. Twice. Wasn't once enough?" He tried his best not to cry in front of Mikan, although she really would not mind if he did.

"Sshh... Calm down, Tsubasa. I'm sure she was just scared."

"Scared? Couldn't she see that I would have been with her, no matter what?"

Tsubasa was right, Mikan thought. But still, her job was to comfort him. "I'm sure just she did what she thought was best. For all of you."

He finally looked up to her, and smiled a small, crooked one. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"See! Always think positive, Tsubasa!" Mikan encourages, throwing a punch in the air.

"Always think childish, Mikan!" He replies, mimicking her actions. Mikan smacks his head in return.

They both laugh. "You're still you. Nothing has changed." Mikan says, with her laughter dying down.

"Right back at 'cha," Tsubasa says, then he looks around. For the second time, Mikan mentally says. "Except for this house. Where'd you get the money for the gigantic house?" He questions. "Did you hook up with some French assassin? Why, rich-kids-turned-cashiers ain't good enough for you anymore, huh? He joked. Mikan laughed heartily.

Boy, did she miss his offensive humor.

"NO," She replies sternly, although hints of humor still evident in her eyes. "I'm living with my dad. Well, technically, he's my dad." Tsubasa looks at her in a confused manner. "It's complicated." She says.

"Ah. Then I should not question further." He replies, understanding her completely.

Mikan's eyes widen in sudden remembrance of something. The ball tonight! Her plan! She had almost forgotten about it!

"Something wrong? Because you look like you've just seen a ghost," Tsubasa asks Mikan, waving his large hands in front of her face in hopes to wake her up. "Which is quite offensive, because you're staring right at me."

Mikan immediately snaps out of her trance and smiles apologetically at him. "Sorry, I just remembered something! My dad his hosting a ball tonight!"

"A... ball? What is this, the 18th century?" Tsubasa says jokingly. Mikan whacks his head.

"Oh, shut up!" Mikan said, but in reality, she wanted so badly to agree with him. Instead, she looks at him. He looks back confusingly.

"What? Something on my face?" Mikan ignores the obviously stupid question.

"Would you be my date to the ball?"

Tsubasa laughs. Mikan doesn't laugh with him. His laughter dies down. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Duh, pea brain."

"That is no way to talk to your date."

"So that's a yes?"

"Do I have any other choice?"

Mikan pretends to ponder. "No, not really."

"Whatever," Tsubasa rolls his eyes, then smiles. "It's not like I have anything else to do."

"Super," Mikan replies, smiling back.

(End of Chapter)

Sorry, this one's a short one!

Even though I am happy that I finished writing this chapter, I am actually really sad.

My dog died this morning.

Which is extremely ironic, considering the fact that we just got her, and that she was such a cute little puppy.

My sister was supposed to take her to the vet today, but I guess it was just too late.

RIP, Ezra (I wanted to name her "Roxy," but no one listened. But I guess that doesn't really matter now, does it?)

Oh, and it's exams week. I shouldn't be on here at all. I should be studying. And yet I chose to write instead.

*sighs* IT'S NOT LIKE COLLEGE EXAMS ARE IMPORTANT OR ANYTHING.

Sorry, I'm a little on the edge because of what happened. Although I have been feeling a little better because of Jim Carrey and Pizza Hut.

Thanks, you guys are the best. :)

Now that that is over (not really), I want you all to do me a favor.

Review?

Please?

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